Saturday, January 17, 2004
On my last birthday I went to a karaoke bar, it was pretty uneventful and the only thing that stands out for me is my verymediocre version of 'You Shook Me All Night Long'. As I was leaving the bar I noticed a car whose door was unlocked. I turned to a stranger who was leaving the bar:
"Hey ever play the video game, 'Grand Theft Auto'?"
"Yeah."
"Then watch this."
I then proceeded to open the car door, sit inside the car, and pretended to drive it.
"Hey ever play the video game, 'Grand Theft Auto'?"
"Yeah."
"Then watch this."
I then proceeded to open the car door, sit inside the car, and pretended to drive it.
I remember last year the Calgary Herald ran a story in their sports section about two of the defensemen for the Calgary Flames, Denis Gauthier and Bob Boughner. The headline was something along the lines of "Bash Brothers Pummel Opponents". This article ran next to an article on a Hall of Famer Kirby Puckett being accused of spousal abuse. It didn't seem like the most brilliant idea to run these two articles side by side.
Apparently today in the local (print edition only) Cape Breton Post they ran a newswire story on the re-interpretation of the much maligned, 'Little Black Sambo' (also the story in its entirety can be found here). 'Little Black Sambo' has been criticized, particularly later editions, for being racist and relying heavily on racial stereotypes. On the next page, there was a story about Martin Luther King honouring his birthday (which is on the 15th, but recognized as a holiday on the 20th). Nice juxtaposition. What's even better is a month earlier the Cape Breton Post ran a picture of a minstrel show, one not entirely unlike this,
with absolutely no explanation whatsoever.
[I have a copy of the photo they originally ran, I just need to scan it.]
I was just going to link to this Huey P. Newton article on 'Little Black Sambo' and what he thinks of it, but I figured it'd be easier just to insert the whole damn thing:
I was a rebel. There was nothing I liked better than a good fistfight. I liked to bite people's ears off, choke up on my basketball coach. I didn't like the discipline, the authority. I didn't like the curriculum, the reading list, Cinderella, Snow White and the Seven Dwarves. What am I gonna do with one dwarf, let alone seven? Nothing but kick them in they little ass. Little Black Sambo, every time they'd read Little Black Sambo in the class, all the black kids in the class would start laughing out of embarrassment or hide their face in shame. I hated Little Black Sambo.
Let's do an analysis of Little Black Sambo. Little black boy right? The only little black boy we ever read about in the public school system right? Now granted he's rich, he didn't fit into that poor black boy stereotype. He was rich. He was given all these presents from his daddy but he gets into a confrontation with these tigers and he gives up all the presents without a struggle. He's a little black coward and then at the end of the story all he wants to do is kick back, relax and eat some pancakes. He's a little black glutton.
One time they were reading that story in class, I got upset I took my shoe off and threw it at the instructor. She got upset, starts crying, runs out the classroom. I took my other shoe off, threw it, hit her upside the head with that one. Then all the kids in class start saying, oh Huey P. he used to go wee wee wee, but now he crazy, and I said cool cool, call me crazy, call me crazy, cause that's what they called my daddy back in Louisiana, crazy, crazy yellow nigger.
I suppose with my PHD they'd have to call me crazy doctor nigger.
Apparently today in the local (print edition only) Cape Breton Post they ran a newswire story on the re-interpretation of the much maligned, 'Little Black Sambo' (also the story in its entirety can be found here). 'Little Black Sambo' has been criticized, particularly later editions, for being racist and relying heavily on racial stereotypes. On the next page, there was a story about Martin Luther King honouring his birthday (which is on the 15th, but recognized as a holiday on the 20th). Nice juxtaposition. What's even better is a month earlier the Cape Breton Post ran a picture of a minstrel show, one not entirely unlike this,
with absolutely no explanation whatsoever.
[I have a copy of the photo they originally ran, I just need to scan it.]
I was just going to link to this Huey P. Newton article on 'Little Black Sambo' and what he thinks of it, but I figured it'd be easier just to insert the whole damn thing:
I was a rebel. There was nothing I liked better than a good fistfight. I liked to bite people's ears off, choke up on my basketball coach. I didn't like the discipline, the authority. I didn't like the curriculum, the reading list, Cinderella, Snow White and the Seven Dwarves. What am I gonna do with one dwarf, let alone seven? Nothing but kick them in they little ass. Little Black Sambo, every time they'd read Little Black Sambo in the class, all the black kids in the class would start laughing out of embarrassment or hide their face in shame. I hated Little Black Sambo.
Let's do an analysis of Little Black Sambo. Little black boy right? The only little black boy we ever read about in the public school system right? Now granted he's rich, he didn't fit into that poor black boy stereotype. He was rich. He was given all these presents from his daddy but he gets into a confrontation with these tigers and he gives up all the presents without a struggle. He's a little black coward and then at the end of the story all he wants to do is kick back, relax and eat some pancakes. He's a little black glutton.
One time they were reading that story in class, I got upset I took my shoe off and threw it at the instructor. She got upset, starts crying, runs out the classroom. I took my other shoe off, threw it, hit her upside the head with that one. Then all the kids in class start saying, oh Huey P. he used to go wee wee wee, but now he crazy, and I said cool cool, call me crazy, call me crazy, cause that's what they called my daddy back in Louisiana, crazy, crazy yellow nigger.
I suppose with my PHD they'd have to call me crazy doctor nigger.
# posted by Die Brucke @ 3:13 PM
